What does he have to be so arrogant about

Qin Hao ignored those ancient geniuses and instead continued to lecture the contemporary geniuses in front of him:

"You can't win? So you just stop fighting?"

"Do you know what a mad dog is?"

The crowd looked at each other in dismay, not understanding why Qin Hao would suddenly ask this.

Qin Hao said flatly, "When a mad dog bites, it never cares whether the other party is a human or a dog, whether they are strong or weak. In its eyes, there is only one thing—bite, bite down hard, and never let go."

"So you can't win, right? That's fine, then fight them every single day. There will always come a time when you can bite a chunk of flesh off them!"

"Remember this for me: today you yield this secret realm to them, tomorrow they will rob your cultivation resources, the day after tomorrow they will take your cave dwellings, and the day after that they will snatch your Dao companions!"

"Taking a step back doesn't always lead to a vast sky and calm sea; sometimes, it leads to eternal damnation!"

Qin Hao's words were like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into the hearts of the contemporary geniuses present.

"Damn it! Stealing our secret realm qualifications is one thing, but they want to steal our Dao companions? Brothers, let's fight them to the bitter end!"

"So what if we can't win? The Imperial Son is right! Even if we can't win, we have to bite a piece of their flesh off."

"Woof, woof, woof woof woof!"

The contemporary geniuses who were cowering just a moment ago suddenly all transformed into men acting like absolute mad dogs.

Seeing this scene, a few of the ancient geniuses couldn't help but take a step back. Wait, who said anything about stealing your Dao companions? Please don't mentally fabricate things that haven't even happened, alright?

Just as the two sides were about to clash, the leading ancient genius, Qin Tian, furrowed his brows. Looking at this group of howling contemporary geniuses rushing forward, a flash of impatience crossed his eyes.

He gently shook his head. "Reckless fools!"

Then, with a casual wave of his hand, a majestic pressure instantly erupted, enveloping the entire area like Mount Tai pressing down from above.

Except for Qin Hao and those few ancient geniuses, all the contemporary geniuses were pressed flat against the ground by this pressure, completely unable to move.

"Have you made enough of a scene? This is the gap between us ancient geniuses and you. It is not something you can bridge with mere fighting spirit!"

Qin Tian stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the group of contemporary geniuses sprawled on the ground as if he were looking at a colony of ants.

"Made enough of a scene?" The contemporary geniuses gritted their teeth, speaking word by word. Their voices were hoarse but powerful:

"We haven't even... started yet! Kill us if you have the guts! Otherwise, we will look for trouble with you every single day!"

Seeing that the contemporary geniuses, despite being suppressed and pinned to the ground, still kept their necks stiff in a completely unyielding manner, Qin Hao couldn't help but smile faintly.

This was exactly what the mad dog clansmen of the Qin family should look like!

Qin Hao took a few steps forward, standing in front of the contemporary geniuses and shielding them from Qin Tian's oppressive aura.

Qin Tian and Qin Hao locked eyes.

Qin Tian's brows furrowed tightly. When his pressure had failed to affect Qin Hao just a moment ago, he had immediately started paying special attention to this contemporary Imperial Son.

Qin Hao gave him the feeling of a bottomless pool of water. He was clearly just standing right there, yet his depths could not be fathomed at all.

Before Qin Tian could speak, Qin Hao's voice drifted over faintly:

"Are you going to come at me one by one, or all together?"

"Since there is a conflict between the contemporary geniuses and you ancient geniuses, as the contemporary Imperial Son, I naturally cannot stand idly by. I suggest you all just come at me together; don't waste my time."

"Is the Imperial Son dead set on standing up for these pieces of trash?" Qin Tian frowned. He couldn't read Qin Hao and didn't want to attack rashly.

Qin Hao sneered. "Trash? Who exactly are you calling trash?"

As soon as his voice fell, Qin Hao raised his hand.

It was a simple, casual raising of his hand, as if he were just brushing away a speck of dust in front of him.

However, an invisible power instantly erupted.

Qin Hao fully activated his various top-tier physiques. This power felt like the collapse of the heavens, the swallowing of an abyss, or the sudden descent of an eternal, endless night.

Qin Tian and the other ancient geniuses only felt their vision go black. Their entire bodies felt as if they were gripped by an invisible giant hand, making even breathing incredibly difficult.

They wanted to struggle, but they found that their spiritual energy was completely frozen in the face of the spiritual energy Qin Hao released. They couldn't mobilize it at all.

They wanted to speak, but they found their throats blocked by something, unable to spit out even a single syllable.

These ancient geniuses could only stand there dumbly, feeling the spiritual energy within Qin Hao surging over them like a catastrophic landslide and tsunami.

Boom—

In front of Qin Hao, these ancient geniuses, whose hearts had been full of superiority, couldn't even hold on for three seconds before collapsing flat onto the ground.

"This is impossible! This guy! Such dense spiritual energy! Without using any divine abilities or magical treasures, just by releasing his spiritual energy externally, we can't even withstand it! This..."

Qin Tian struggled to look up at Qin Hao, his eyes filled with absolute shock.

He considered himself a peerless genius who had suppressed an entire era. Even when facing cultivators a major realm higher than himself, he could handle them with ease.

But at the Body Integration Realm, he couldn't even stand in front of Qin Hao, who was at the Void Refinement Realm. This terrifying spiritual energy made him completely unable to even produce a single thought of resistance!

Qin Hao stood there, glanced at the few people in front of him, and said flatly:

"With just this little bit of ability, you can't even withstand thirty percent of my spiritual energy? Where do you stinking fish and rotten shrimp get your sense of superiority from?"

As his words fell, the entire area fell into a dead silence.

Thirty percent? This terrifying level of spiritual energy was actually only thirty percent of his power? Then if he used his full strength...

Qin Tian was unwilling to accept this. He gritted his teeth, propping his hands against the ground, trying desperately to stand up again, but no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.

Qin Hao waved his hand and said to the contemporary geniuses behind him, "I can only help you this far. You have to walk the rest of the way yourselves."

"Thank you, Imperial Son!"

The contemporary geniuses thanked Qin Hao, then hurriedly entered the secret realm.

...

Qin Kexin's residence.

Qin Kexin sat by the window, holding a cup of tea in her hands. The tea had gone completely cold, but she was entirely unaware.

Several hours had passed since Qin Hao left.

Did that bastard really just leave like that? When will he come next?

Hmph, he actually dared to leave just like that. I won't see him next time either!

But what if he leaves without looking back again?

Qin Kexin's frown deepened. Her heart felt like a cat was scratching at it, itchy and incredibly annoying.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Hearing the movement, Qin Kexin suddenly sat up straight, placed the cold teacup on the table, and put on a casual, unbothered expression.

The door was pushed open. The person who came in was Qin Kexin's maid, Xiaolan. Seeing Xiaolan, Qin Kexin felt a sudden sense of disappointment for no reason.

"Is something the matter?"

Xiaolan ran up to Qin Kexin, her face carrying a bit of excitement and agitation:

"Miss, do you know? The Imperial Son was so majestic today!"

Hearing news of Qin Hao from Xiaolan's mouth, Qin Kexin's heartbeat skipped a beat, but she still maintained an indifferent look on her face.

"Tch, majestic? What right does he have to put on such airs? If we give him face, we address him as the Imperial Son. If we don't, what the hell is he?"